Monday, March 31, 2014

Current Project: Private Pleasure

I'm back and while my creativity isn't at 100% yet I need to get busy. The work is piling up. I'm currently editing an old WIP. Private Pleasure is a historical menage set in Ancient Rome. It has two lovely ladies Livia and Naomi.

They were inspired by this picture.

Here is a sexy snippet:

Naomi studied her domina. Her
naturally golden hair was highly prized, and helped gain her a desirable
husband, a dashing and respected senator.

Naomi pushed back her jealousy. She didn’t like the idea of the
man taking liberties with Domina’s
body. The layers of ringlets which Naomi had carefully formed this morning fell
to the sides and back of Domina’s
hair creating great volume.

Her hazel eyes held a mixture of care and passion, crowned by
delicately arched brows. Her deep red lips curled into a contented smile.
Adorned in gold and jeweled bracelets she looked like a goddess even in the
darkness. At eighteen winters she was old for a bride, but her father hadn’t
been ready to let go of his only daughter. He worked hard to gain an
advantageous alliance with her marriage. To help aid his efforts, he gifted her
with silken stolas and other finery.

Naomi sucked on Domina’s
breast through the expensive cloth, taking as much into her mouth as she could.

Kisses feathered across Naomi’s forehead,
cheeks, and chin. Smooth, feminine hands brushed up her spine and forcefully
grasped her dark locks. The twinge of pain renewed the fire between her legs.

Domina
directed her to suck the other breast. The silk, smooth in her mouth, molded
well over Domina’s well-endowed
chest. She grabbed every man’s attention when at a party or other social
gathering. Right now, though, she was all Naomi’s.

Realizing
their chances to indulge in private pleasure could be running short, she
renewed her efforts. Pain seared her chest at the thought. Over the past years
never once had a day gone by that they had been separated from each other. Domina’s wedding could slice through her
world like a sword, cutting her out of her life.

If
that was the case she wanted to leave a lasting impression. She didn’t want Domina to forget their connection, to
forget the way she made her feel, and made her come.

Her
breasts soaking wet, nipples taut under the tunic, Domina stretched her neck to the side.

Naomi
took the silent direction and trailed light kisses across her sensitive skin. Domina breathed heavier, their chests
pressed against each other. Naomi felt every breath, every heartbeat, every
shudder.